Love Potion No. 1

An Anthology of Provocative Erotica

Provocative Erotica Anthology #1

by Secret Narrative

Love Potion No. 1

Provocative Erotica Anthology #1

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Warning

This book contains strong language and sexually explicit content that some readers may find offensive and which is unsuitable for persons under the age of 18.

Love Potion No. 1

Featuring an erotic trio of novellas designed to turn you on.

Past Present

An older man, younger woman, contemporary erotic romance, packed with pleasurable themes. Eleanor and Matthew explore each other through a series of wicked erotic games and sexy tasks that stimulate her desire for submission, spanking and other pleasures, which she shares through her diaries. As their relationship develops, Matthew revisits his past and reveals his early learning at the hands of an older woman, triggering an awakening that shapes his future with Eleanor.

Urban Cougar

Predatory, rich, and ruthless, bisexual, Kat Francis fills her hedonistic existence with bondage and domination sex games uncomplicated by love or commitment. She surrounds herself with men and women who indulge her every desire without question. However, after the marriage of her daughter, Kat awakens to new possibilities.

Break it to Love

Predictable alpha male, Scott Worth, bumps into Sara, a former crush and instantly regrets accepting her invitation to a barbecue. But when he meets Sara's much younger sister, Lizzie, he's soon counting his lucky stars.

Past Present

Contents

Eleanor

Falconworth: Restoration

Checkmate

Eleanor’s Journal: Ghosts

Eleanor’s Task: Figging

The Diary Room

Eleanor’s Journal: A Meeting

Eleanor’s Task Collared Puss

Eleanor’s Journal: Rolling in Blue

Eleanor’s Task: A Rest

Eleanor’s Journal: Oil and Water

Eleanor’s Journal: Cybersex

Eleanor’s Task: Shopping

Wraparound Silk

White Lady

Eleanor’s Journal: Eddie

Matthew’s Maid

Death in the Afternoon

Wicked Games

Eleanor

Eleanor took a pair of stockings from the dressing table drawer with a sigh. She regretted agreeing to go to the Jive Like It’s ‘45 Tea Dance Julie had organised, but there was no going back now, she’d just have to grin and bear it. Everybody was expected to wear period clothing and Eleanor’s bedroom was an explosion of clothes, her bed was buried under an avalanche of discarded items with more strewn around the floor. Seamed stockings wouldn’t be a problem; Eleanor always wore stockings. She would be authentic, and wear natural with a black seam running up the back. Admittedly, British girls in the early forties would have been unlikely to get hold of such luxuries, but that wasn’t an issue now. Eleanor hoped that the same applied to the tea, because a ration book would be the last straw.

She put on a tight black skirt that touched her legs just below the knees. Underneath she wore a black basque, matching panties, choosing a polka dot blouse tied at the neck with a bow, cinched in at the waist with a belt. She decided not to wear earrings; the average woman in the 1940s didn’t have pierced ears. She covered her hair with a black net snood, topped off with a jaunty black felt hat complete with a band of ribbon and a few feathers. Eleanor completed the look with brogue style shoes, a slick of red lipstick and a light mist of Chanel No.5. Her favourite perfume was created in the Twenties.

Arriving at the base, Eleanor was amazed to see that the hall set aside for functions was packed. Many were dancing to the band playing music from the war years. A function was always held in September, to commemorate the end of the Battle of Britain, but this was the first time a themed party had been arranged. Dotted around the edge of the room was an array of stalls displaying period products for sale. Original fur stoles and coats, leather gloves, hats of all shapes and sizes, all vintage. One woman was running a stall offering authentic hairdos and makeup. Stockings were available in original style packaging, and there were beautiful clothes for men and women. Eleanor’s friend Julie arranged many functions. As the Wing Commander’s wife, it was expected, but she also found pleasure organising everything and everyone, she was in her element. Her husband, like many others, was often away on tours of duty, but this month and for the next few, the squadron was at home. Many of the men were there and most wore modern RAF mess dress uniform.

“Hi, Julie, thanks for inviting me, will I do?” Eleanor gave her friend a peck on the cheek.

“Fab-U-lous, darling,” replied Julie, absentmindedly returning the kiss, and surveying the room over her friend’s shoulder, always aware of networking duties and always on the lookout for waifs and strays. “Over there beside the kitchen, there’s tea, cake, sandwiches, biscuits, or if you like you can have something stronger at the bar. I hope you enjoy yourself. I’ll catch up with you later. Do you want me to find you a table, or can you sort yourself out?”

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